𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 ✔

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"Do you remember the girl, who used to sit in the back seat of the class? The girl, who isn't here anymore?"

"I remember the girl, who used to sit in the back seat of the class, the one, who isn't here anymore. I miss her.

And I am worried about her.

In the tenth grade, when she 'slept' with the captain of the checker club, I heard a sound coming from the girl's bathroom. When I came in, I saw Lisa sobbing, bended over the toilet. Her wrist was bleeding. I helped her with it. We didn't talk at all, while I was helping her to prepare for the hell, also known as school.

It was most terrifying experience this year, and I am scared that she will hurt herself again.

If she would, I couldn't help her out this time."

Jane